{"id":100196,"date":"2021-06-27T02:13:51","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T06:13:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=100196"},"modified":"2021-06-27T02:21:39","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T06:21:39","slug":"i-live-hour-18","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/i-live-hour-18\/","title":{"rendered":"I Live (Hour 18)"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I live in the past years <\/span>trodden down to memory,\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">images scattered amongst feelings <\/span>\r\nthat left off somewhere I never got to finish.\r\nIn the rain on the cars\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and the shoes on the pavement, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">In music that spells out my bones <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">like a familiar expletive.\u00a0<\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Where the church bells hang silent, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">suspended in their lonely towers,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">lost beacons of reverence, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">casting down their ancient shadows. <\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I live where the people shuffle like insects<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">scampering to higher ground, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">fleeing the flooding waterways <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">that cut through our valley.\u00a0<\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I live In the old springs,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I lived when the paint was new, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">when people still talked out on the sidewalks<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and the ginkgo trees reeked of cat urine <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">when you passed directly under them, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and the soup kitchen stayed open <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">until after sunset.\u00a0<\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I live in the trampled white blossoms <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and cigarette butts. <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">In the movie rental store, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and the back alley that connected <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to the Irish bar. <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The grease of the fryers <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and the stench of open sewer grates flushed with rainwater.\u00a0<\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">City blood is high in iron, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the metals we inherit by breath and step<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Cast anchors of the past that hold heavy to the heart.<\/span><\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I live in the past years trodden down to memory, images scattered amongst feelings that left off somewhere I never got to finish. In the rain on the cars and the shoes on the pavement, In music that spells out my bones like a familiar&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":965,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-100196","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100196","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/965"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=100196"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100196\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":100300,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100196\/revisions\/100300"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=100196"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=100196"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=100196"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}